Like air

Like air

From the mouth of

A pressurized balloon 

Joy rushes out from me

Leaking on my cheeks 

Coloring my smile 

Anytime my pale eyes

Connect with the golden sunset 

That sleeps in yours. 



The little garden you grew 

When you fell in love 

With the scent of flowers 

Has grown into a forest

After you left


Forgetting to water it

Was better than 

Chopping of its beauties 

So you could carry them 

And keep them for yourself 

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